Saturday, January 15, 2011
It Takes X to Y
Rednecks have some of that treasured freedom and looseness to their lives, and some of the connection to nature lost by the suburban and city kids, but they have no village. Because that is the other part of this scene which struck my so strongly- the sense of sharing- space, life, and "stuff". Maybe it is simply spending a life in a rattan house like this:
I remember once when I was traveling with my brother Chris through the southwest, many years back. We had been looking at all kinds of wonderful important historical art and enjoying it immensely. Still it was the picture drawn by a very young child, the typical mistakes in perspective and relative size and shape, yet done with a genuinely confident, pure hand, that made the biggest impression on Chris, then a young New York artist slaving at a variety of odd jobs, living on nothing in cramped quarters, squeezing in his painting time in the middle of the night - That is what I am trying to find. That place of pure creativity in response to the world. With all that I know of art, and technique, and the world's history and the darkness of man's heart- that is what I am again trying to make. I don't know if he still feels that way. It was a long time ago. Sitting at that table, unable to say more than a word or two of thanks to my hosts and the bride to be, I was afloat in a rare quotation free ether. For those two hours I had found my way back to something lost, something missing.